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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Fast Food (For Belle)

Dear readers: your friendly neighborhood poet has managed to mess up her left shoulder. Typing is mucho ouchie. So plz forgive me if I put up a re-post. This poem was written in 2006, and posted here in May 2008. It received big fat zero comments. Do over!

Fast Food (For Belle)

We fucked in your HummerIn the Burger King lot.

Two orgasms you hadIn the H2In the Burger King lot.

I said,"You sound so tuff when you cum"

There in the H2In the Burger King lot.

You ran a finger under my nose,And said, "Talk about having it your way!"

In a Hummer......one of the many things this lifetime I did not experience, hee hee........you likely blew the doors off your first readers - our group seems much braver! I love the "laughing like fools".........take care of that arm, it is your WRITING arm and we all need that to be working!!!!

INterestingly, when one is cumming, one is at his most vulnerable self.... as the focus of the mind is totally on the sensation of ecstasy and the guards are down.. and the true self emerges.. so I liked your words that "You sound so tuff when you cum" and I think that is the real one person there.. I enjoyed the rawness of the verse and sheer simplicity in saying things that are complex... to say...Liked it.

"You sound so tuff when you cum" that line got me hehee..so raw, man..a hummer ha! and Burger king had many hidden magical spots too, should try it more often i guess..ha! EXOTIC post fire, loved it completely :)

My new book !

Modesty spoken here.

kindred spirits

"I have been blessed with these two gorgeousWings and I refuse to load my heart with weights."

--Marina Tsvetaeva

“I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” ― Jack London, The Turtles of Tasman

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all." — Ted Hughes

Poetry made from...

...trinkets, mojo, and double mocha latte!

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